Last Vegetation

Next year we plant early. It sounded really reasonable when a man told me years ago that all I had to do was look west toward Trinity County and if I saw snow on the mountains don’t plant even if it’s April.

I think I got my herbs and tomatoes in the ground sometime in June. Don’t laugh. I once received live ranuculus for my birthday (early April). I planted about half a dozen of the flowers. I delighted in their delicate layers of petals. They seemed exotic, some how and French, probably because I’d seen them in a painting.

About the second week of April a hail storm came and pelted the petals right off them.

Next spring I’ll set that psychic wound aside and plant early. I can hardly wait to to see a new crop of little vegetable buddies.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Tomato.

Look at this guy. Tremendously cute and uniquely appealing.

 I have a pile of the last veggies in my kitchen. They are sort of pale, torn and frayed some of them but lovely.

 

I bought this big red cup at Starbuck’s last holiday season.

It has metallic paint so it can’t go into the microwave. It’s frickin’ gigantic, too, so by the time you get halfway through your stimulant drink of choice it’s cold. But it’s so bright and shiny. It appeals to the raven aspect of my soul.

  

 This strange cleaved tomato may have felt it was meant to be a small watermelon.

And on the topic of being oneself:

Go read Kelly Brewer’s latest piece, ”Is It Fun Being You,” at Food For Thought donigreenberg.com. 

I believe her observations echo one of the elements of the coming Obama era.

  Our hope is that under this new leadership we will be invited to take an active role in contributing to the creation of a better world. In doing so we will become more truly ourselves.